My brother had this great idea. There are five of us siblings. He suggested that each one of us write one line of a limerick. He suggested we go in order of age so me being the youngest I went first.
But also, there’s the thing. The thing that I have inside my head. The thing that makes me think in limericks all day long. So because of the thing I was not able to wait for my beloved siblings to add their lines one at a time over the course of a week.
In order to prevent my head from exploding (it’s a self preservation thing). I wrote the first line and then the next four lines and posted it here where I was sure I could find it again and also sure that my new lines could remain a secret.
Then each time one of my siblings added a line I would retype the limerick with their line and then fill in the rest.
My brother finally added the last line to our adlib limerick. That’s the one at the bottom of this page.
It was fun. I hope we do it again.
One game that I like to play
Is thinkin’ up poems all day
It never gets old
Although I’ve been told
Writing is not my forte
One game that I like to play
Involves, scissors, paper and clay
I put the paper to bed
And the clay on my head
Then run with the sissors all day
One game that I like to play
Involves sissors, paper and clay
It’s so very hard
To play in the yard
’cause the paper keeps blowing away
One game that I like to play
Involves sissors, paper and clay
It’s so very hard
To catch me off guard
’cause homey jus’ don’t roll that way
One game that I like to play,
involves scissors, paper and clay.
But, it’s so very hard,
To catch me off guard,
So, whose line it is, anyway?
